Not all horror stories end badly. Growing up in poverty, Forrest Lang was subjected to physical abuse and was repeatedly molested. His stepfather would beat him savagely while his mother read the Bible aloud. He ran away until he was placed in a foster home, only to end up being molested by his drug dealer foster mom. Her sexual and emotional abuse led to an unsuccessful murder suicide attempt, which Forrest escaped. At the age of 16, he was a full-blown alcoholic running scared, homeless, on the mean streets of Oxnard, CA. After being beaten almost to death by skinheads, he joined the Navy to escape his past, but it followed close behind. After an honorable discharge, pursuing a career in art, and still haunted by the trauma of his past, Forrest accidentally shot and killed his best friend. Though acquitted, the guilt, pain, and horror drove him back to the streets. Homeless and hopeless, Forrest rejoined the Navy and deployed to Iraq, hoping to die as a hospital corpsman.

The beginnings of a path to redemption can be found anywhere, even in the sands of a war-torn country. Forrest learned to tattoo in Iraq, while gaining the respect of his peers and his own humanity. After returning home, he focused on success in his new career as a tattoo artist. Yet as time progressed, he found the unresolved demons of his buried childhood growing ever more present, and learned of the terrible impacts of post traumatic stress, and the tools that he found and weaponized to battle those very demons.

Forrest learned that the best way to heal is becoming a living example of how good triumphs over evil. He learned how to forgive. He learned how to redirect his subconscious through meditation, sobriety, and service. He learned about strength through vulnerability. Most important, Forrest learned there was never anything wrong with him. He carried everything he needed inside the whole time.